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jungle-angel · 4 months

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Head In The Clouds (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: When Bob makes love to you in the clouds, you swear it's the best thing ever (Greek Mythology AU)

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only, minors will be yeeted from this blog and blocked)

Tagging: @floydsmuse @sebsxphia @bobfloydsbabe and an especially big thank you to @attapullman as this is for International Bob Floyd Fucks Month!!!!! (lol).

At last, at long last you returned to your home in the clouds close to Mount Olympus, worn out from racing Ares and Apollo all day long on your black pegasus. The clouds had always been home for you and Bob, a place as wild and free as the forests on the earth below. Your fuzzy, fluffy little dream dragon ran right to you, curling around your legs and purring like a cat as if to welcome you home.

You saw Bob flying in just a moment later, fresh from helping Hermes on a mission for one of the Titans. Bob's sandaled feet touched down on the clouds as though they were solid ground, his snow white wings still unfurled like a pair of brilliant flags as he scooped you up in his strong arms.

"Missed you sweet cheeks," he said before planting a kiss on your lips.

You hummed into his kiss, reveling in the warmth that enveloped you. "I missed you too," you purred. "How'd everything go?"

"Better than ever," Bob answered. "Hyperion was more than happy to have the lamps working again and everybody made it home safe too."

You were relieved to say the least. Ever since the Titans had allied with the Olympians, things hadn't been better. You had yet to see the new island home of your distant ancestors, as did the rest of the Daggers, but Bob assured you that it would be something to look forward to going down the road.

You and Bob tended to your duties for the day, helping Hera, Poseidon and the others wherever you could until at last, night had begun to fall in the heavens. The moon and stars had all shined brightly as the creatures of the sky took to their cloud beds, curling up and drifting off to sleep along with your little fuzzy friend.

Bob couldn't help but stare off into that wild expanse of heaven, the deep sapphire blue skies making him sleepier than usual. He felt your arms sneaking their way around his waist as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for bed (y/n)?" he chuckled.

"Same can be said of you," you told him with a wry grin.

He pulled you into his arms, his deep blue eyes roaming over every trace of you as he pulled you into his strong but comforting embrace, breathing in your scent as though he had been away for longer.

In an instant you felt his warm lips on yours, kissing you gently and trailing from your lips to your jaw. You felt the tip of his tongue brushing against your skin, just tiny little licks at first, but as Bob began trialing down your neck, they became much more intense. A breathy little moan fell from your mouth as Bob kissed the curve of your neck.

"Shhhhh my love," he whispered. "Remember, somebody might hear us."

Bob gently guided you to the big mass of clouds that you both slept on every night, crooking a finger to beckon you closer. Your kissing became much more heated as his nimble fingers found the clasps on your copper colored tunic, drawing the thin, stringy straps down. The sheer fabric quickly fell, revealing your naked skin, pooling around your ankles as you helped Bob with his, the two of you never once breaking the kiss.

He laid you on your back, drawing a gasp as his rock hard cock found its way into your slick entrance. Bob watched with pure adoration as your eyes went wide and a gasp was drawn from your throat.

"Bob......?" you moaned.

"Hmm??"

You draw his hips against yours, creating a rhythm that made the little spot between your legs tingle with pleasure. "You like that?" he purred.

You nodded, a lazy smile playing with the corners of your mouth.

Bob slowly thrust his hips in and out of you, trailing kisses down your collarbone, taking great care to drag his tongue along the swells of your breasts and over your nipples. Bob swirled his tongue around them until they became pointed little dusty pink peaks.

"Bob......Bob.....p....please.....please....."

Your pleas were music to his ears as he dragged his tongue down to your navel, swirling it around and flicking it in and out. "My gorgeous wife," he groaned. "I love every bit of you and your body......."

Your moans grew louder as he spread your legs and kissed down the sensitive little spots on your inner thighs before going for the one spot that drove you crazy. His tongue worked its magic, flicking in circles, up, down and all around until you were a moaning mess.

"Bob.....Bob sweetie, I......I'm gonna......"

"Wait, wait for me sweetheart," he panted. "Hold on."

You moaned even louder when you suddenly felt him enter back into you, amazed at how fucking big he really was. He continued to thrust in and out of you, slowly, gently until both your hips jerked against each other, the both of you a fucked out, blissful mess.

Bob kissed your lips, his body heavy and relaxed against yours underneath him. "You're amazing, you know that?" he chuckled.

You laughed as he guided you down from the rest of your high, the clouds cool against your heat filled bodies. You and Bob lay in your bed of clouds, blissed out but relaxed and content as you explored each other's naked bodies, touching, kissing and caressing each other in the silvery moonlight.

"You get prettier every day (y/n)," he murmured sleepily. "You're everything to me."

You traced over his jaw, gently caressing his face. "And you're everything to me, Bob......you always will be."

Bob kissed you until you both fell asleep in each other's arms, never once letting each other go and waking up the same way, when the day began anew with the sun on your faces and the two of you together.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #international bob floyd fucks month

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deathlessathanasia · 2 months

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„… in this way the Nereids passed the speeding ship from one to the other, lifting it high above the waves, never letting it touch the rocks, while the raging water boiled all around. Upright on the very top of a sheer rock stood the ruler himself, Hephaistos, watching the Nereids as he rested his heavy shoulder on the handle of a hammer; high above in the gleaming heaven the wife of Zeus stood and watched also—so great was her fear that she threw her arms around Athena.” - Apollonios of Rhodes, Argonautica

Hera: Athena hold me, I am overcome with emotion.

#lol I love this image #argonautica #apollonios rhodios #hera #athena #nereids #argo #excerpts

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a-d-nox · 2 years

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artemis, goddess of the hunt (asteroid 105)

Artemis is the daughter of Zeus and Leto. Previously stated in her twin’s myth, Hera was angered to hear of Zeus's infidelity with Leto and forbid Leto from having these illegitimate children on earth. So Leto had them in a tree - technically not touching the earth. Balancing on an olive tree branch she birthed Artemis. Hera heard this and sent her daughter, Eileithyia, to aid Leto in the birth of the other twin. Unfortunately, Eileithyia didn’t arrive on time - fortunately, Artemis learned how to aid in child-birthing and helped to deliver her brother, Apollo. Ever since this, each of these siblings protected their mother by whatever means necessary. Even if it came to bloodshed. Niobe said that she did more for Olympus than Leto by birthing more than two children. In response to this, Artemis and Apollo slaughter all her children. When Tityus gropped and tried to rape Leto, the twins killed him. To bear in mind, Artemis is one of the maiden goddesses of Olympus: recall that Diana (her Roman aspect) transformed Actaeon into a stag after seeing her naked then his dogs were set against him. Artemis's tale has the same spiel in which she goes to any lengths to protect her maidenhood. In some cases, like Actaeon (who’s story and myth are the same in Greek and Roman myth), she has a man killed, but in cases, like Siproites, she has the man transformed into a woman. Another extreme example, Agamemnon sacrificed one of Artemis's deer then boasted about how he is a better hunter than the goddess. This boasting held up the group from leaving for the Trojan War. To appease the goddess, Agamemnon then sacrificed his virginal daughter to Artemis - only then did Artemis let them leave for the war. Finally, Orion: in some versions he tries to rape her upon first encounter and Artemis kills him, but in others they fall in love with one another through shared interest in hunting. In the alternative, version Gaea sends the couple a scorpion to fight - either Artemis accidentally shoots Orion or Orion is stung with the scorpion's tail. An alternative to the alternative is her twin Apollo grows angry of the two’s connection and challenges Artemis to a hunt. Artemis askes what they are hunting and Apollo points to a distant creature in the lake - Artemis takes aim and fires and when she approaches her kill she sees it’s Orion. She then asks her father to place him in the heavens. IN MY OPINION Artemis in your chart can indicate a) how well you adapt or how good you are in a crisis, b) where you show loyalty to others, c) where you intend to stay pure, d) where in your life there is a lot of feminine energy, e) where you have a lot of spite, f) who you get along best with, and/or g) where your attempts in romance are diminished (if you have a lot of 6h synastry with a person and your artemis is in the 6h - you may find the relationship quickly fizzles out or they are removed from your life).

i encourage you to look into the aspects of artemis along with the sign, degree, and house placement. for the more advanced astrologers, take a look at the persona chart of artemis AND/OR add the other characters involved to see how they support or impede artemis!

OTHER RELATED ASTEROIDS/COMETS: zeus (5731 / h42), leto (68), hera (103), apollo (1862), gaea (1184), halley (999044), niobe (71), and agamemnon (911)!

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jknerd · 1 year

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ARES

Name: Ares

Aliases: Mars (Roman)

Age: Immortal

Gender: Male

Occupation(s): God of war, spirit of battle and courage

Relatives: Cronus (grandfather), Rhea (grandmother), Hades (uncle), Hestia (aunt), Demeter (aunt), Poseidon (uncle), Hera (mother), Zeus (father), Hephaestus (brother), Eileithyia (sister), Hebe (sister), Hermes (half-brother), Athena (half-sister), Apollo (half-brother), Artemis (half-sister), Dionysus (half-brother), Heracles (half-brother/brother-in-law), Persephone (cousin), Enyo (1st wife; divorced), Enyalios (son; through Enyo), Aphrodite (2nd wife), Erotes (sons; through Aphrodite), Phobos (son; through Aphrodite), Deimos (son; through Aphrodite), rest of issues and children

Interests: Combating, sword fight, spear-fight, playing with his children/grandchildren, cooking (tell NO ONE), debating with Athena

Character

Ares, AKA Mars, is Greco-Roman god of war, spirit of battle and courage. Second son of Zeus and Hera. Although he was disliked for his short-temper and aggressive demeanors, he is known as “father of Amazoness and Rome”. Arranged marriage with Enyo was needless to describe, toxic and dysfunctional; Enyo neglected and occasionally abused him with cruel words and physical violence. He endured for their son Enyalios to live normally, but when the abuse was revealed to Olympians Ares was encouraged by Hephaestus, Hestia, and others to divorce her. Although freed from Enyo’s abuse, he remained love-touch starved but finds comfort of blue roses sent anonymously to him. He occasionally accompanied Aphrodite whenever his brother Hephaestus was out working. While flattered that she’s attracted to him, Ares didn’t wish to betray his brother. One day, on his way home from war, he found little dove crying for its mother. Feeling sympathy, he picked it up and take it along to his home to care for it. However, he was shocked when the dove transformed back as Aphrodite. He was offended by trickery, but surprised to see petals of blue roses she rained in his house as she confessed her love to him. Realizing he himself loving her all along, the two began the love affair, but exposed to the gods by his brother Hephaestus who have heard of their affair from Helios and Apollo. Ashamed with guilt and humiliation, Ares left to Thrace. Eventually, reconciled with his brother, he learned that Aphrodite had his child and gave birth to a son named Eros.

Because of his dysfunctional first marriage, he had been touch/love starved as this lead to emotionally unstable conditions, lashing out his misery as anger when in war, causing many deities to fear or avoid him more. Unlike uncaring Zeus, Ares is no sex offender as he prioritizes consent of others. Equally loving his children and grandchildren, he would go in any level to protect them. Whenever Aphrodite shows a slight self-consciousness of her own appearance, Ares would immediately comforts her in his surprisingly bashful but genuine affections, melting the love goddess’ heart. According to many deities, Ares is the “sub/bottom” in relationship with Aphrodite.

In Fairly Odd Parents AU: Being one of the Olympian gods survived from the downfall, he resides with his wife Aphrodite. According to Eros/Cupid, Ares is described to be THRICE vindictive and jealous than Hera’s. He is also one of a very few gods Jorgen fears. It is also revealed he is “father of Amazonian Fairies”, as Amazonian fairies call him “papa”, “dad/daddy” or “father” with sheer glee when he visits them. The love god told Timmy it was Ares who taught him archery, and the godchildren can see Ares is a family man, unlike neglectful Zeus.

In Courage the Cowardly Girl AU: Along with other Greek deities, he witness his father falling for Courage Bagge, much to his annoyance and chagrin. He seemed disturbed how 2000 years of imprisonment in heaven can make Zeus forgot how to approach women.

In Grimm Adventures of Billie & Manny AU: He is one of the Olympian gods who support Hades’ status as Greco-Roman underworld ruler. Due to casualties from war, Ares help Hermes’ part-timing in counting the dead before retrieving their soul to underworld. Taken interest in Manny’s attitude, he thought of training the blond teenager as fine soldier. Watching Manny and Billie’s interaction brought him the times he and Aphrodite spend their time together.

In Camp Lakebottom AU: He was only mentioned by Esmeraldus, the merman who reside in Lakebottom. Ares was well-known for the first Olympian god for being pardoned from murdering Poseidon’s son and yelled for women’s right. According to Aphrodite, Ares partake in protecting female victims and a feminist.

In Disney Retelling - Heracles AU: Ares is portrayed as a main antagonist, finding Heracles’ existence as a threat as he believes he would replace his position as Olympian god as Ares is least liked by fellow gods. Hearing truth of Heracles’ birth, Ares decided to “avenge” his mother by concocting plan to get rid of Heracles. Throughout Heracles’ adventures in arc “Heracles; Year 1-12”, Ares sabotages or bring trouble in his and his friends’ lives. Ares is also a vindictive and jealous god, mercilessly making Aphrodite’s flings’ lives miserable or attempt to kill them for “defiling” his love with “their lowly seeds”. Through the journeys, Heracles confronted him as the god of war persuaded Hera to turn back on Zeus and take over Olympus. Heracles then saved his half older brother from Typhon and later, the two bothers finally make amends.

...More AU appearance ideas coming soon~!

#Cartoon Crossovers #Greek Mythology #Greco-Roman Mythology #Ares #Mars #Fairly Oddparents AU #Courage the Cowardly Girl AU #Grimm Adventures of Billie & Manny AU #Camp Lakebottom AU #Disney Retelling AU #Disney Hercules AU

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anakinskywalkerog · 2 years

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The Jedi and the Loth Rat (Episode 1)

Kanan Jarrus x Padawan!Reader

Warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of hunger/small body types (she's a street rat! she's going to thicken up soon)

Summary: This is a Star Wars Rebels AU where you, a young (over 18) female, are the street orphan discovered by the ghost crew on Lothal. The romance stuff will develop in later episodes—this one just sets up the premise. Some of these will loosely follow Rebels plots, but most will not. Also, in this AU there is nothing romantic between Hera and Kanan, and Hera is a lesbian lol (as much as I love Kanera, I also love the idea of her having queer vibes). Real talk, I wrote this because I wanted to read it. It's my own fun little innocent fantasy, and I hope you enjoy it. If you stick around until Episodes 3, 4, and 5...there's quite a bit of fluffy romantic angst coming your way :)

Word count: 4.4k

The sun shone down on you as you breathed in the fresh air of Lothal. You felt the hum of life beneath you, perched as you were, hidden on the roof of one of the homes in the outskirts of Capital City. You listened to snippets of conversation, closing your eyes, hearing the distant sounds of Loth-cats rummaging through garbage bins, feeling the vibrations created by the speeders transporting morning shipments. The hunger gnawed at your insides, but you didn't mind. You were used to it by now, the aching pangs pulling your torso apart, your tongue salivating from the thirst you had grown all too familiar with.

"You need a permit to sell here," you heard a deep, monotone voice say below. "New imperial rules."

You crouched, hiding, hanging your head over the side of the roof to peer at the spectacle below. Three imperial generals surrounded the street vendor, and you identified the one who spoke as the same one now hoisting a basket of fruit into his arms.

"These now belong to us," the general said, greedily taking a piece of fruit in his hand and biting into it, the juice slopping down his uniform.

"But—you can't—" the street vendor protested, looking at his crop mournfully.

"Oh, we can," one of the other imperials said, picking up a piece of fruit and examining it. You'd seen enough. Descending from your perch into the adjacent alley, you walked forward, keeping your head down.

"Hey, mister, spare a yogan?" you asked, pretending to accidentally bump into the imperial.

"Get out of here, Loth rat!" the general said, pushing you off him with revulsion.

"Sorry, sorry sir," you said, feigning remorse as you scampered away, back into the alley, out of earshot. Raising the comm unit you'd just stolen off the imperial officer to your mouth with a grin, you pressed the broadcast button. "All officers to the main square immediately," you said into the comm, throwing your voice into a lower register. You had a particular talent for manipulating the sounds that came out of your mouth. "This is a code red!"

"I guess it's your lucky day, Lothal scum," you heard the imperial say from the square. You peeked around the side of a building and watched as the officer dropped the large basket of fruit, taking one regretful look at it before hurrying away with his associates.

You rushed forward to help the older vendor, who was reaching for his fruit.

"Hey, what are you doing?" the vendor asked, watching you pocket several yogans. You waved the stolen comm in his face, smirking at his look of surprise and awe.

"A Loth rat's gotta eat," you said, and with that, you inconspicuously dropped the comm unit into a passing speeder, running back to the alley to climb to your safe perch above the city.

Looking down at Lothal, you took your first bite of fruit. The feeling of the sweetness and the moisture touching your tongue was both heaven and agony, the feeling of the quench combining with the burn of your out-of-practice salivary glands. You finished the fruit quickly, your stomach feeling almost satisfied, your body feeling energized. Abruptly, a current rocked through your body. You straightened. It was as if you had been pulled up by an invisible string, as if every muscle in your whole body had twitched at the same time. You felt an odd quiet that didn't fit your surroundings. You tried to listen for sounds on the wind, but heard only one—the sound of someone breathing. The string pulled your head to look to your right, and beneath you, in the square, you saw a man standing very still, as if he were waiting for something. You watched him, confused by this feeling, this tug you felt in your body. As you looked, you felt before it happened that he was about to turn around, and you quickly dropped to your stomach, peering out over the side of the roof's railing.

You stopped breathing. He was tall, older than you by a good few years, but still in many ways a young man, his brown hair pulled back into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. His eyes were the color of the sea in clouds, green with a hint of blue. His face was beautiful, but it wasn't any of these features that gave you pause. Looking at this stranger's face gave you the oddest feeling. It was as if this was a face you were intimately familiar with, as if your body, your psyche knew this man, but your mind had forgotten. You saw him looking around, wondering how he had felt your stare on the back of his head. You watched as he turned to a passerby and tapped his leg twice.

Kanan, being well-versed in the ways of the Force, felt an odd current in the air as he walked the streets of Lothal, getting into position. The sensation made him cautious, but not fearful—this was a routine mission, after all, and he'd faced far worse threats than a few stormtroopers guarding a shipment of weapons. Still, as he waited for the imperials to move, waited to send his signal, he felt different. He breathed in deeply, allowing the Force to guide him, and suddenly, as he stood at the street corner, everything went quiet.

All Kanan could hear was the sound of his own breath. He felt a presence behind him, a presence in the Force that seemed almost to be reaching out to him, calling his name. He turned, suspicious, and though in his mind he thought he felt movement, he saw nothing. He looked across the rooftops of the city, and felt as if there were someone sitting behind one of the pillars, calling to him. Whether friend or foe, he didn't know. But this was impossible—no unfamiliar presence had reached out to him through the Force since...

He pushed the thought from his mind. He needed to focus on the mission. Sensing that the stormtroopers had begun their trek with the shipment, Kanan signaled to Sabine, who signaled to Zeb. They were in position. Sabine dropped the explosive casually, walking away as the device decimated the first group of troopers. On cue, Kanan jumped into a speeder, blocking off the second group with the shipment, using his blaster to shoot the stormtroopers from their seats.

Just then, out of nowhere, Kanan saw a girl jumping down from the rooftops, swiftly and gracefully, moving as if she slowed the air around her. Kanan sucked in his breath in surprise. The girl, who looked to be around Sabine's age, was thin, rugged-looking, and dirty. Though it seemed that she was severely underfed, her wiry muscles stood out in the Lothal sun as she adeptly hopped aboard one of the speeder bikes abandoned by the unconscious troopers. She looked up at him and smiled, a mischievous grin, and Kanan, though his mind was still on the mission, lost himself for a moment. It wasn't just that the girl's face was striking, wasn't just that he felt captivated, watching her—it was as if the universe itself had been leading him to this very moment, the moment when he would look upon the face of this girl. It felt as if he were, finally, after all these years, coming home.

"Thanks for these!" the girl said impishly, her grin widening as she sped away with one of the crates.

"Blasts, who was that?" Kanan heard Zeb yell through the comm.

"No...idea," Kanan replied, quickly gathering the rest of the crates in the shipment into the speeders. "But I'm going to find out." He waited for Sabine to jump into the other speeder.

"Get these to Hera!" Kanan told Sabine, before taking off after the girl.

Though this mysterious young thief had a head start, Kanan knew his speeder was faster than the speeder bike of a stormtrooper, and once he saw the familiar route the bike in front of him followed, he pulled off onto a shortcut.

You sped away from the city, gleeful at the day's haul, your wrists pushing at the handlebar controls of the speeder bike, willing it to go faster. You didn't think you were being pursued, but you could never be too careful, and you wanted to get this crate hidden as soon as you could. You thought of everything you'd be able to buy with the credits this steal would earn you on the black market—a whole feast, new boots, maybe even your own speeder, depending on what was in these crates—but suddenly, unexpectedly, your vision was blocked by a figure, fast approaching in your path.

"Aghh," you let slip as you clumsily skidded to a stop, your quick reflexes saving you from crashing into the figure standing by his speeder. You looked at the man in front of you, feeling, finally, a twinge of fear.

"I believe that belongs to me," the man from the square said, his brown hair and sea green eyes overwhelming you for a moment as you took in the sight of him.

"Hey, I stole this. It was mine first," you told him defiantly, setting your lip in a stubborn pout. He reacted to the sound of your voice, his features softening for a moment, but brushed it off quickly, composing his face into a glare. This confused you, but you stood your ground. "Must be pretty valuable, if you came all this way after me."

"It's not about who has something first," the man said, laughing, "but about who has it last." Suddenly, you had no idea how, but suddenly your crate had moved from the back of your speeder bike, and was hovering in front of this man.

"Look, buddy, I don't know who you—" the sound of blasts behind you cut off your words, as you turned to see two tie-fighters shooting at you. You took advantage of the distraction and jumped toward the crate, pushing it with your weight as you tried to run away from the blasts.

"Are you seriously going to try to run away from tie-fighters on foot?" the man asked, watching you, exasperated, as he fired his blaster at the incoming ships. "Spectre 2, I need a pick up. Ties in pursuit."

"Copy that," said a voice through the comm link in the man's hand. You yanked at the crate, trying still to pull it away from him, but he was too quick for you. He jumped over the crate, jumped higher than most people were able, and landed in your path, putting his hands on the other side of the crate, lowering his face to meet yours, grinning in victory.

"This. is. MINE." You argued obstinately, growing pink in the face with effort as you pushed. Unfortunately, you hadn't had anything to eat but fruit in days, and you felt your muscles strain, the lack of protein weakening them. The ties had come back around. The ground shook with more blasts.

"I suggest you come with me," the man said, holding the crate against your efforts with ease. "If you want to live."

You heard the sound of missile hitting metal, the explosion above you almost knocking you off your feet. The man grabbed you by the arm, keeping you upright. One of the tie-fighters had been destroyed—you could see it crashing to the ground in front of you—but by what? By whom?

The large, unfamiliar ship sped into view from behind you, the sound deafening. It lowered in front of you, and you put your hands over your head.

"Jump!" the man yelled back to you, jumping onto the opening ramp of the ship, lowered for him to enter. You turned back, running for the crate as the ship began to rise into the air.

"Leave the crate, you'll never make it!" The man yelled again, and you heard fear in his voice. You were determined. Allowing the crate to hover in your arms, you ran and leapt, higher than most humans were capable, and thrust the crate onto the rising ramp, clinging to it for dear life.

"Woah," the man said, surprised, reaching around the crate to grab onto your hand and pull you to safety.

Kanan pulled you onto the ship, your thin frame sturdier and tougher than he had expected. Much like your personality, he thought, laughing to himself. Hearing you speak had solidified the odd pull he'd felt in the Force when he'd first looked at you. Your voice was musical, yes, but more than that, Kanan felt your speech ring with a power he'd only known in a previous life, when he was surrounded by force-wielding warriors. When you spoke, you commanded more than the sound of your airways. It was thrilling, and confusing to him. He wasn't sure what it meant, this Force tug he felt from you. He wanted to find out.

Kanan looked you over, collapsed on the floor next to you, taking in your size, your obvious lack of care, lack of nutrients, lack of a safe place to sleep, to bathe. Where had you come from? How had you bested him during the mission? How had you jumped so high? He was unwilling to form to any conclusions as of yet. You looked so small, so weak, and yet you had already done more than enough to prove that appearances can be deceiving.

"I'm Kanan, Kanan Jarrus," he said, reaching out his hand to shake yours. You sat, huffing, glancing at him warily, looking suspiciously at your surroundings. "And this is the Ghost," Kanan continued, still holding his hand out in front of you, daring you to rebuff him after he had just saved your life.

"I'm Y/N," you responded, reluctantly taking his hand to shake. The moment your palms touched, you both felt within you that odd quiet, that hum, that feeling of thread pulling you toward one another. Kanan quickly pulled his hand back from yours.

"Kanan, who's the stray?" Zeb asked, rubbing his hand behind his neck, looking at you with a judgmental expression.

"Kanan, what's that stench?" you countered, looking the Lasat in the eyes, the tiniest of smirks glancing over your mouth. Kanan couldn't help but laugh at your expression.

"Are you saying I stink?" Zeb asked with a growl.

"I don’t see any other smelly Lasats in here," you replied, casually looking around the ship's main hull.

"I think I like this one," Sabine said, coming into the hull behind Zeb. "Kanan, can we keep her?"

"Guys, this is Y/N," Kanan replied, smiling at your bemused look. "She so very kindly helped me acquire the rest of OUR shipment from the imperials." You glared at him, looking between Kanan, Zeb, Sabine, and the crate, as if trying to decide if you could take all three of them. Kanan laughed again.

"Well, Y/N, we are grateful for your service," Hera said, walking into the hull behind Chopper. "I'm Hera. The captain of this ship." Hera turned to the others. "We're safely in hyperspace."

"Hyperspace?!" you shrieked, looking around you wildly, like you were trying to find an exit. "Wait, you need to take me back to Lothal."

"We will," Hera said, taking in this reaction with curious eyes. "We just have to leave the system first, and come back when they won't be expecting us." Chopper beeped.

"Yeah, Chop, she does look like she could use a bath," Zeb said, laughing. "Bit bold, to comment on my odor."

Kanan waited, expecting another snarky reply, but it didn't come. Where'd you gone? "Y/N?" he asked, turning to see your back as you walked toward the cockpit.

"Hey, not so fast," Hera said, rushing after you. Kanan followed.

They found you at the cockpit's entrance, standing behind the captain's seat, your hands on the headrest, gazing with wonder at the flashing blue lights in front of you out of the viewport. Kanan stopped behind Hera, watching.

"It's just," you said, unable to take your eyes away from the viewport. "I've never been to space."

Hera looked at Kanan, and he saw concern flit across her eyes.

"We'll get you home. Your parents must be worried sick," Hera said in a calming tone. At this, you turned around to face them.

"I don't have parents," you replied, your face impassive. "And I'm older than I look." Kanan watched emotions cross your face, and felt you mask them through the Force, blocking him out. "But I would appreciate the ride home," you continued.

Kanan hadn't felt someone so young wield the Force as you did since...since the time of many Jedi. He didn't know what to make of it.

"We'll return soon," he said. But there's something I want to see, first, he thought.

You sat in the ship's lower deck, arms folded around your knees. It wasn't that you were hiding from the Ghost's crew—you trusted them, at least as far as not attacking you went—but you were so used to being on your own that being in their constant company made you anxious. You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself, reminding yourself that you'd be back home on Lothal soon.

Yeah, you thought bitterly, hungry and alone.

As you dwelled in your unhappiness, the supernatural quiet came over you again. This time, you heard no breathing, but rather, a sound like a swinging, an electric kind of sound, coming from above you. You stood up, wanting to follow the sound, to follow the direction you felt in your gut.

Climbing the ladder and making sure no one was around, you followed the feeling to a closed door. You wanted to knock, but thought better of it. Somehow, some way, you knew no one was inside. You pressed the button to open the door and entered what seemed to be sleeping quarters. Kanan's sleeping quarters, you intuited, and this thought made you apprehensive. The last thing you wanted was for this striking and intimidating man to find you snooping around his bedroom. Still, the pull of the thread pushed you forward, and you closed the door quietly behind you.

The first thing you noticed was how clean the room was—how few possessions there were. It didn't look like anyone slept here on a regular basis. There were no signs of personality, no trinkets, no photos littering the walls. This confused you. Still, the string tugged you toward a drawer underneath the bunk, and you pulled it open hastily.

Inside the drawer you found two objects. The first was long, cylindrical, and as you took it into your hands, you felt inside you a feeling of wind. Of pressure against your insides. A feeling of hope. Mesmerized, you knew instinctively to press the button near the top, and to your amazement, a long, blue light beam cut through the middle of the cabin. This was a laser sword. A lightsaber. The weapon of a Jedi, you thought.

You had heard of the Jedi, of course. Your parents had told you childhood bedtime stories about the great warriors of old who once kept peace and order in the galaxy. You learned from them that Jedi were brave fighters, and also mystics, philosophers in life and battle. Was Kanan such a warrior? But the Jedi were thought to be extinct, years ago. Surely Kanan wasn't old enough to be one. You felt yourself blush at this thought, and you pushed it aside quickly. You swung the lightsaber around, and heard the swishing sound you'd felt earlier. You pressed the button again, and the blue beam faded.

The second object was square, hard, and you took this up in your hands, confused as to what it was. It didn't look to have any seams to open, but you knew it wasn't just a trinket, not here, in this spot, next to the weapon of a Jedi Knight. You pulled on it, pleaded with it, but it remained hard, immobile. Frustrated, you held it in your hands and closed your eyes, breathing deeply.

You felt the movement before it happened. The square object broke apart, and before you'd opened your eyes, you heard a voice.

This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. Your eyes opened in surprise, seeing the hologram figure rising from the pieces of the square object, now floating and orbiting each other. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place.

You felt that it would happen before it did, and you moved quickly to conceal the lightsaber in your boot, tripping and sending the pieces of the mystery object back into itself, back into an imperfect square shape. The door opened.

"What are you doing in here?" Kanan asked as he stepped into the room. He spoke as if he didn't need an answer. His voice was calm, serene.

"I—" you blushed, not knowing what to tell him, embarrassment overpowering you at being caught in his chambers, looking through his things. He waited for you to continue, his calm in great contrast to your sputtering.

"I know this is going to sound crazy, but—it's like that thing wanted me to open it," you said, gesturing toward the object. Kanan nodded, his face politely curious. You looked down, avoiding his gaze.

"That's called a holocron," Kanan told you, still standing causally in the door, his presence exuding calm.

"Oh," you replied, still embarrassed. A loaded silence passed between the two of you, and though you had no explanation for it, you felt as if you and Kanan were communicating, as if you were conversing without words.

"What happened to your parents?" Kanan asked, speaking aloud. You reminded yourself that mindreading was impossible—you must need sleep. You shook your head to clear the delusion.

"I don't know," you told him honestly, looking at the floor.

"How long have they been..." Kanan tried to ask, trailing off.

"I've been on my own since I was seven," you answered, still looking at your feet, a bit of defiance entering your voice. You knew how to take care of yourself. You'd been doing it almost your whole life.

"Well, we've arrived back at Lothal," Kanan said. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but as you waited, he only reached out his hand for the holocron. You gave it to him. "We can drop you outside the city, if you'd like." You nodded, your cheeks still burning. Kanan reached out with his other hand, offering you a large package filled with freeze-dried Yala meat and dehydrated bread. You took it, your eyes widening. You hadn't ever had this much food in your possession all at once. Not since you were small, and someone else fed you. You breathed deeply.

"Thank you," you told him, looking him in the eye. He nodded. "On the southeastern side, if possible," you said quietly.

"Of course."

You walked back to your abandoned communications tower, alone, feeling dejected, hopeless, and confused. You were used to being on your own. While on the Ghost, you had felt on edge, the unfamiliar closing in around you. But now that you were back in a familiar place—now that you were walking through the grass of Lothal, and climbing back into your tower, back into the life you knew—you felt as if something had changed. You pulled yourself up from the ladder, opening the door to the interior of the tower and taking in the familiar surroundings: your trinkets, your drawings, random value-less objects you had collected over your years as an orphan. A Loth rat, you corrected in your head. Suddenly, it all felt meaningless to you, the objects having lost their charm, their power. You kneeled and pulled the lightsaber out of your boot. You sensed the presence immediately, but somehow, you weren't afraid. It was as if you knew he would come.

"What's the Force?" you asked without turning back to regard him, as Kanan Jarrus stepped through the door behind you.

"The Force is the collective nature of all things," Kanan replied. "It is everywhere. It binds everything together. It gives all of us life. It strikes a balance. And it's very strong with you, Y/N."

You nodded, understanding, but only a little, as you turned to face him.

"Why are you here?" you asked, looking up into his sea green eyes.

"To give you a choice," Kanan said. "You've taken something that belongs to me." He gestured to the lightsaber in your hand, and you blushed again, but held his gaze fiercely. "If you'd like, you can keep it, and stay here, letting it become one of your dusty souvenirs," he said, looking around at your collection. "Or, you can give it back, come join our crew—our family—and I can teach you the ways of the Force." Your mouth parted open in shock at this offer. You'd been alone for so long. You couldn't comprehend what he was offering, what it might mean for you, and for your future.

"It's up to you to decide," Kanan said, and with that, he turned away and descended the ladder, leaving you alone.

Kanan Jarrus sat on the Ghost's open ramp, looking out in the direction of your communication tower, deep in thought. He knew that his life was forever changed—that something, maybe the will of the Force, had rippled in his life, that meeting you was no coincidence. Still, he didn't have any confidence in you, in what you would choose. You, a skinny, scrappy orphan, only just an adult, stealing and scavenging to eat, to survive. He didn't know how long you'd been alone, or how long you'd been fighting for the simplest necessities on this occupied planet.

"Well, she passed the test," Hera said from behind him. "She opened the holocron." Kanan turned to regard his friend.

"She did," Kanan replied. "And now we wait."

"She'll come." Hera smiled down at Kanan, a knowing sparkle in her eye, and he felt his face growing hot, his stomach turning. He was thankful that she was not Force sensitive enough to know what he was thinking right then. He didn't want to admit it even to himself.

"How do you know?" Kanan asked genuinely.

"Because I can see her coming," Hera replied with a laugh.

Kanan stood up on the ramp and turned to see your figure walking through the haze rising from the long grass. He ran out to meet you, and you saw him, stopping in front of him, holding his lightsaber out in front of you. He smiled, took it, and put his hand on your shoulder. His Padawan you now would be.

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LINK TO Episode 2 :)

The Jedi and the Loth Rat Episode 1 Episode 2 Episode 3 Episode 4 Episode 5 Episode 6 Episode 7 Episode 8

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minutiaewriter · 1 month

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Hera: To Touch the Heavens cover reveal!

more info on TTTH & link to chapter 1 🩸🌟

Thank you & so so much love to everyone who enjoyed Hera: To Catch a Star and to everyone who has been anticipating the second installment in the series! Heavens is officially releasing in a few days, so I figured I was long overdue for the reveal of its cover!!

Hera: To Touch the Heavens is releasing March 2024, so stay tuned and keep your eye out for its availability on Amazon as both a paperback and an ebook! As always, be sure to spread the word and support indie authors <3

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nooowestayandgetcaught · 1 year

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Fic: “Tree Of Life”

read on AO3

Fandom: Ancient Greek Lore & Mythology

Rating: M (for suggestive content)

Summary: Eris steals a golden apple, intending to disrupt one of the weddings happening on Olympus. Someone disrupts her.

@flashfictionfridayofficial

Wherever she may, Eris feeds into what already lives there.

It is not hers to decide.

The plight of men… how they groan and weep and snivel at her feet, as she casts strife and toil into their midst… and yet, they turn towards her so eagerly. A need to harm, to revolt, to destroy the peace…

As is her need…

Eris, with her pale, covenous eyes, dwells within the aether.

She listens haughtily to the celebrations within Olympus, as they drink alongside Peleus and Thestis, blessing them, uplifting their hesitant spirits, and yet… warmth and welcome has not been intended to her?

She broods, gazing upon Mount Atlas.

Very well.

The Garden of the Hesperides, gleams and goldens. As Hera's apples.

Eris departs, her hands feeling warm from the touch of naked skin and lips. Those clear-throated maidens swooning. Craving company. Forgoing their duties of harvesting and guarding Hera's many treasures.

They flocked upon Eris, kissing her mouth and dancing in the orchard and baring breasts. One of the maidens, brighter than an evening star's light, lays with Eris.

When it is done, a golden apple cradles between her hands.

She steals into Olympus, with no guard in sight.

With Ares' knife, Eris carves upon the apple's flesh—

ΤΗΙ ΚΑΛΛΙΣΤΗΙ

—and murmurs out its meaning: For the most beautiful.

Peace be damned.

Eris' satisfaction ruptures when the Apple of Discord pries from her. With the strength unmatched of Olympus's gods.

One of Zeus's companions grins nastily.

She recognizes Bia's hand. The hand that bound Prometheus.

It holds the golden apple against Bia's teeth steadily sinking in.

Furious, she curses, Eris' tongue lashing until Bia silences her with a tenacious kiss. The juices, tinglingly light as the heavens.

Warmth… and welcome…

Eris quells her fury, casting it aside.

#flash fiction friday #ancient greek mythology #femslash #greek mythology #greek myth #eris #eris greek mythology #bia greek mythology #mythology #myth #femslash fic #femslash fanfic #rated: m

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theblasianwitch · 2 years

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Dragons Around the World (part 2)

Part 1

Asia: basis of the Eastern Known Dragons

Ch'ien T'ang of China; chief river god, said to have cause a 9+ year flood

K'vei of China; primitive original dragon

Ying Lung of China; guardian of the waters of earth and associated with the clouds of heaven

Yellow Dragons of China; a class or group of dragons which include Lu Tung-pin and Svara

Lung of China; generic dragons, said to control the weather and water, brings storms and floods, rule various bodies of water

O Goncho of Japan; white dragon said to be living near the royal family in a deep pool, said to change into a golden bird every 50 years; has a wolf lile cry when heard denotes famine

Raitro of Japan; a child with the power to control rain, changed into a white dragon upon reaching adulthood

Ryujin of Japan; dragon god of the sea that controls ebb and flow

Yofune Nushi of Japan; caused storms and preyed on fishermen; June 13th was a day used to sacrifice a maiden to appease it

Zennyo of Japan; a fire goddess woman with the attributes of a dragon

Tobi Tatsu of Japan; their version of the Ying Lung

Kinabalu of Mount Kinabalu, Borneo

Yam Boy of Korea; a boy who turned yams into gold, later himself turned into dragon

Bakunaua of the Phillipines; the eater of moons, believed to cause eclipses, noises made to scare it off

Naga of South Asia (unspecified); half human half snake and can transform fully either way; believed to control weather

Nyan of Burma, Bengal, and India

Vasuki of India; similar to the Naha

Vritra of India

Europe: most known Western Dragons

Brinsop of England

The Deerhurst Dragon of England

Drachenstein of Norse Mythology

Fafnir of Norse Mythology/Scandinavia; cursed with greed

Hydra of Greek and Norse Mythology

Ladon of Greek Mythology; protects Hera's golden apples

Medea of Greece

Nidhogg of Norse Mythology; symbol of chaos

Ouroboros of Greek Mythology

Peneznysmij of Lithuania

Puk of Germany; a small household spirit believed to bring stolen goods to their masters

Svara of Armenia

La Tarasque of France; daughter of the Leviathan and Onachus (a bison beast that burns everything it touches)

Vishop of Armenia

Wantley Dragon of England

Zaltys of Lithuania; guardian of homes

Drakon Kholhikos of Georgia; guardian of the Golden Fleece, soothed by music

Python of Greek Mythology; Hera's pet and daughter of Gaia (primordial goddess of Earth)

Stoorworm or Jormungandr of Scotland; the world serpent

Zmey of Slavic Mythology; turns into human form to seduce humans before enslaving them

Russia (wasn't sure whether to put as Asia or Europe since it's kinda both)

Veles

#witchblr #witches of tumblr #baby witch #witch community #dragons #world mythology #dragon mythology #kaijune

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jungle-angel · 11 months

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The Skydancers (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You were once a mortal woman, loved unconditionally by a god of the sky. Yet when he took you as his wife, no one told you that your tasks in the heavens would be easy....yet for the two of you, it’s always worth it.

Notes: Inspired by the Greek God moodboards of @lewmagoo and @ryebecca, you guys are some of the most amazing content creators and I wanted to write a little story to go with them.

Tagging: @sebsxphia @nobody7102

Somewhere in the clouds you waited, completely unbothered by the other sky deities and creatures that flitted past you with hardly any heed or concern as to where they were going. The sun was shining brightly, the air warm as you walked along the clouds, waiting for your beloved to return from wherever he was.

The shimmering little dream dragon with big, blue green eyes, suddenly lifted its little head, his tail twitching as he sensed the arrival of a familiar family member.

A huge, broad grin suddenly grew across your face as you ran across the clouds, the winged sandals on your feet carrying you as far as they possibly could and the shimmering skirts of your light bronze chiton cool against your legs and ankles. You would have crashed right into Bob’s arms, save for the little bundle he carried in his arms.

“I missed you my sweet,” he cooed as he pressed a sweet, airy kiss to your lips.

“Where were you this time?” you asked him rather cheerfully. “Earth? The Otherworlds? Perhaps a little call from your uncle Hades?”

Bob had opened his mouth to say something, but you could readily tell that something troubled him deep inside. Even the gentle, loving little touches of your fingers running down his exposed bicep didn’t do much to dispel what troubled him.

Very gently, Bob revealed what lay within the blanket, the tiny little face of a newborn with little wisps of dark blonde hair. You were afraid to reach out and touch the delicate little face, fearing that the baby would wake and startle some of the creatures. But oh the little one was adorable! You wanted nothing more than to take them in your arms and hold them as your husband wrapped his arms around you......just as he had done when he fell in love with you.

“Where did he come from?” you asked, the curiosity gnawing at your brain.

“Palace was sacked,” Bob answered sadly. “The little one was an orphan and.....(Y/n) it was awful. Uncle Hades he....he’s seen suffering, but not like that. He said he’d take the grown ones to Elysium, but the little ones are to be in our domain.”

A pang of sadness and excitement all at once welled within you. You knew what it had been like to live a mortal life until Bob had taken you as his wife. You knew how precious life itself was, a gift that you hated to see squandered or cut short by the blade of a sword or bloodthirsty murderers who thought themselves better than the gods. You and Bob had wept tears of liquid gold for so many, even the lowliest slave who didn’t have a coin to their name. Yet there had been far greater joys as you had both seen, joys which made you both sing and kick up the wind just a little harder.

Bob very carefully placed the little one in your arms, his little fist covering his mouth, a sign you knew a little too well from your mother-in-law, Hera.

“Something tells me he’ll be awake soon,” you chuckled.

“Hopefully not too soon,” Bob half laughed.

You and Bob snuggled the little one until the skies had begun to turn all shades of rosy pink and lavender. All the creatures of the air had begun to turn in for the night, many of them curling up and settling into the clouds that turned into their warm little beds.

You and Bob had just begun to settle into a rather large patch of clouds, the skies having turned a heavenly shade of dark blue velvet with the calming light of the full moon, when a squeaky little cry had caught you both off guard.

You could instinctively feel it deep in your chest as you saw the little one’s tiny fists all balled up. You lifted him from his cloud cradle, unpinning one side of your chiton and letting him root before you felt those long, familiar fingers and those soft lips brushing against your exposed shoulder.

“So much for sleep,” Bob chuckled.

“He’ll sleep,” you hummed, your body buzzing as you felt Bob’s gentle fingers brushing against your sensitive, exposed breast. “It’ll take him time to get used to it, but at least he has us.”

When the baby had finished, you and Bob kissed his little cheeks as his eyelids drooped shut, the two of you drawing up the clouds over you and the little one to keep warm in the night while one of Bob’s perfectly white wings covered the three of you like a bed canopy. Your little dream dragon curled himself up like a cat, his soft little trill almost like a purr as the two of you had begun to count the stars and the constellations that moved across the sky. Soon, the two of you had begun to drift off into your own dreams, happy and content with the world around you as the sounds of the heavens carried you into a deep and restful sleep.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #top gun greek gods au #dagger squad #dagger squad au

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deathlessathanasia · 1 month

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Wait what part of the Dionysiaca states that Hera keeps the dress she lost her virginity in? That’s so weird…

It is in the beginning of Book 32, in which Nonnos reworks the Dios Apate scene from Iliad 14 in his typical and infuriating long-winded way:

Aphrodite was won. The mistress of wiles obeyed the cunning request, and drawing the cestus up from her bosom she bestowed it upon willing Hera, and thus she spoke and described the witchery of the strap: ""Accept this strap to help your trouble. You shall charm all in one with this cestus, the guide to all desire — Sun and Zeus and the company of stars, and the evermoving stream of boundless Ocean."" This said, she plunged beneath the rocks of Assyrian Libanos. But Hera passed to the starscattered circle of Olympos. Quickly she decked out her allwhite body. Often she guided the straying clusters of floating hair and arranged them in even rows down to her forehead; she touched up the plaits with sweetscented oil — stir it, and the farspreading scent of the unguent intoxicates heaven and sea and the whole earth. She put on her head a coronet of curious work, set with many rubies, the servants of love; when they move, the Cyprian flame sends out bright sparklings. She wore also that stone which draws man to desire, which has the bright name of the desire-struck Moon; and the stone which is enamoured of iron the loveproducing""; and the Indian stone of love, offspring itself of the waters and akin to the Foamborn; and the deep blue sapphire still beloved of Phoibos. About her hair she twined that herb of passion which Cythereia loves as much as the rose, as much as the anemone, which she wears when she is about to mingle her love with Myrrha's son. She bound the unaccustomed cestus about and about her flanks; but the embroidered robe she wore was her oldest, still bearing the bloodmarks of maidenhead left from her bridal, to remind her bedfellow of their first love when she came to her brother a virgin in that secret union. She washed her face, and wrapt about her a shining robe and clasped it with a brooch to lock up her tunic. Having thus adorned herself and surveyed all in the mirror, Hera sped through the air, swift as a bird, swift as a thought.

#it is indeed weird af. Nonnos why do you always have to be like this?#hera #dionysiaca #ask

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lacunasbalustrade · 1 year

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APHRODITE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road space trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON. storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat , their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

#aesthetics #dash games

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brendaonao3 · 1 year

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The Forge, Death Takes a Holiday or The Offer! I'd love to hear about any or all of these WIP's! 😍

HIHI!!! Sorry - again - for answering these late <3

For the WIP Meme (where I get to talk about my insane number of WIPs to anyone who asks)

The Forge (Superbat)

Oh man, I feel awful about this one, because I've been promising @susiecarter I would finish it for...Idk, 3 years? 4 years? now - I'm an awful friend. :D

But, well, I'll just put the my initial word vomit to Susie here to explain the idea behind it:

Bruce would make a great Hephaestus (SUPER smart and misunderstood and thinks he's flawed!) and just picture Clark as Aphrodite (as this symbol of hope and love and beauty and making people believe in themselves and be BETTER)

and there's no way a god like that would be interested in anyone like Bruce - i mean, who would stick a creature of light and beauty in a literal CAVE

so, start like the OG myth and they're already married, either for political reasons or Zeus was just being a dick - but they've never met because Bruce doesn't leave his cave ever since The Tragedy

And Clark doesn't feel this big need to get to know his spouse, why should he, he's beautiful and young and the god of love and hope, he has better things to do

But say Clark either pisses off Zeus or Hera or Ares or maybe he makes a bet (which was something Aphrodite did) that he could get anyone to fall in love with him

And someone (Diana bc she would want to take Clark down a peg) is all, well, what about your husband, and Clark's all pfft easy peasy he hides in his cave all the time, give me a real challenge

And bc the gods are the gods and are capricious as fuck, they're all, okay, well, what if you didn't have your glimmer and you had to make him fall for you posing as a human

Oh and you only have...let's be generous...six months...and Clark is all, i can do it in 3

And they don't mention (of course) that Clark will be STUCK there the entire time, so no sneaking off to be all beautiful and adored and godlike (because Clark is very good at his job, but he's a little out of touch and in danger of becoming a total asshole, so everyone thinks this will teach him humility)

And of course, Bruce is going to be his usual grumpy and pissed off and brilliant self who suffers no fools, so yeah, and also happens to take his marriage vows seriously (because he takes everything seriously)

So good luck Clark!

Death Takes A Holiday (Steve/Bucky)

I should probably just say this one is abandoned by this point, which is a shame, because I got about 19k written before I stalled out. But it was basically my take on the Hades/Persephone story (Bucky as Hades, Steve in the Persephone role, still male) mixed in with a bit of the plot from the film Heaven Can Wait - ie, Steve gets stuck Hades' realm because his thread was accidentally cut a second too soon, so he's not quite dead, not quite alive, and no one can figure out what to do with him, least of all Bucky :D

The Offer (HangMav & HangRoosMav)

This is straight up a sequel to the end of The Bet where Mav invited Hangman to join him and Rooster in bed - only Hangman decides to make Mav (and Rooster) work for it, and they all make another bet that Mav can get Hangman into their bed within 48 hours (essentially) without either touching Hangman OR doing anything seductive (ie, no dirty talk, no dick pics, no suggestive flirting) :D

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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

APHRODITE. laughter loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organised music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paintbrushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ATHENA. discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armour that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colours. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil-covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. dishevelled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted-up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HERMES. devil - may - care smile. always up - to - date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

HADES. walking home alone in the early morning. back alleys. drinking alone in a graveyard. crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism. crows picking a carcass. untended dead flowers. the black sheep of the family. black coffee. money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties. blood on your shirt collar. dust illuminated by sunlight. classical music. dogs are better than people. a quiet wrath. shady business deals. taking what you are owed. paint it black. seasonal affective disorder. popping the suit collar. grey rain on a cityscape.

POSEIDON. storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever - changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lennyface. nightmare - filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high - rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

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